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Apr 2021
you say shooting stars are for the doomed,
                   Doomed whos are always hoping for things of something
                        That shall be a far impossible arm length pain to reach…

                                    Now I know that I was doomed for a lot of things
                                              Doomed for even thinking, that loving a
                                       The bird that flys upon the highest branch tree top.
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niann smith
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